The loss of a child is certainly the worst thing that could ever happen to a parent. This film is a very subtle description of what a mother could do, in despair, to lower that pain. Leaving everything behind, facing her own solitude just to live, once again, even for a few days what is unrepairable. "Johnny's Gone" beautifully describes this. Every landscape is about loneliness, light and photography are as simple and naked as it gets, dialogs, if any, are nearly improvised. Music, omnipresent, yet rare, echoes in emptiness....As if every aspect of the film's construction reminded us of the reality of the story, its probability of existence, disturbingly close to us. The fact that Johnny doesn't seem to miss his parents adds a strange serenity between the two, which could only be imaginative, I guess, and reflecting Sarah's mood. Last moments of unspoilt happiness.
Review of Johnny's Gone
